My Life As A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"How were your parents?" "They were pretty cool people. I didn't spend much time with them but when I did, I'd have the best time," she said with a small smile. "I'm sorry if my question was too personal." "It wasn't." She laughed. "I'm happy that you're interested in them though." "Your turn," I reminded. "What are your thoughts on love?" She asked and my gaze turned curious. "Why are you asking me that?" "I'm just curious as to why the sexy billionaire prefers stringless relationships outside his family."

It was surprising how for the past two days his mother had not called him or disturbed him for one thing or another so he simply just waved it off he was going to see her the next day as for now he had more pressing issues on the ground which needed him to be present. So he took his car once again and blasted it with a soothing sound as he drove back home. He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never

family, children is really too much for me after that. i spend my life or I can say devote my life in my business and because of my luck and hard work it turn me into billionaire I am rich and my net worth was 5 billion dollars and I was all alone in my big house. always busy in work and never feel loneliness maybe because I really like my work and I am 25 years old rich single adult but one day things change I get phone and they told me my college friend and her husband die in car accident it was invitation for funeral and that really make me depressed. I was thinking if I never let her go that day. run away with her or maybe beg for her hand then she can live happily and with cute smile

"Did you buy a lot today?" "Um, I bought some necessary items." I answer. Thinking for a moment, I continued, "I have a pretty expensive pair of heels, too." I think I should be honest with Dominic, hoping he won't blame me for my extravagant spending "Well, when you go try it on, let me see. Next time just buy a few more. Buy a dress too. You have very few clothes." "Thank you. I get it." Turns out, that's what it feels like to be comfortable spending money. Dominic Arnold is truly an admirable billionaire. As for me, I too can become a rich woman once I get the Joan's inheritance.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

Then he laughed and shook his head. " You're so naive, you know?", he said to me, " you think I just sit here making millions of dollars for this company and use none of it for myself?", he asked. " You call buying a mansion, using some money for yourself? You're lavishing dad's wealth!", I yelled at him.

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.